The Sasquatch Chronicles
In the forest lives a creature
That people say doesn't exist
But yet they look for it high and low
For some reason they just can't resist
He stands ten feet tall and covered with hair
Well at least that's what they tell
They say his feet are twenty inches long
And he has such a terrible smell
Of course you know that this describes
My very own mother-in-law
But that's a story for another day
That soon I'll share with you all
Now this thing that they call Bigfoot
Is probably just a family man
He goes to work killing small animals
And doing the best he can
He has never bothered a single soul
But yet they're hunting him down
Why don't they hunt for the tooth fairy
And prove that she wears a crown
Or maybe trap that Santa Claus dude
Who breaks in their houses at night
If they're gonna hunt for things not real
Then this would only be right
I'm telling you now Sasquatch is a myth
So why don't you leave him alone
And if he exists he's probably pretty cool
Trying to make it on his own
And if he's real he'll let us all know
But not before he's ready
But take it from me he's simply not real
Signed, your friend.....The Yeti
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